The other day, I'm driving home from work, and this idea comes to me. It is not a brilliant idea, by any stretch, but it's got some decent content, and a firm biased opinion. (That part's my favourite.) So, now I'm sitting in front of the computer, ready to type out my revelation to the world.

Do you think I can recall what the topic was? Not a chance. Not a shred of memory; not even a hint at a general area of interest. Nada. Zip. Nothing.

So that gets me thinking again. What are our opinions worth, really? We get all fired up about things that just can't be that important in the long run. After all, if it was really important - at least important to me, you'd think I'd remember it. Right? At least a bit...

So if I don't remember, and that means it's not imporant, does it really matter? There's that old phrase, intended to make people feel better, I'm sure: "Don't sweat the small stuff. And remember, it's all small stuff." I never like that phrase. After all, if it's all small stuff, why do we bother with it?

In a similar vein, someone once commmented on a topic of mutual interest: "In 100 years, will any of this really matter?" I suppose this platitude was meant to put things in perspective. To make people feel better, I'm not sure how, about the decisions being made. But still, if that's the outlook we're taking, why do we bother?

If have to politely disagree with such sentiment.

Sweat about the small stuff. Small stuff is important. It's all the small stuff that adds up to the really big stuff. And it's obvious that big stuff is important. (Isn't it?)

Now, we're all just human. (Or, at least, that's what we're claiming...) You can't get everything done. What you can get done can't always be perfect. But that should cause you concern. Not paralyzing "oh my gods, we're all gonna die" concern. But concern enough to do your best. All the time.